Abdul Wahab

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Abdul Wahab Poems

1321. I Am A Drop Of Dew 8/7/2013
1322. >Reality Of Reality 8/3/2013
1323. Flight Of A Caterpillar 8/6/2013
1324. ''Death'' 6/6/2013
1325. One Box Of Love 6/7/2013
1326. An Observation 6/8/2013
1327. Detorioration (Indian Context) 6/18/2013
1328. Garden Of Love And Beauty 6/23/2013
1329. I Take Your Face And Meditate 6/13/2013
1330. Your Reaction 6/9/2013
1331. What Is Wonder? 6/4/2013
1332. Forgetfulness 6/11/2013
1333. A Reflection 6/8/2013
1334. Woman 5/30/2013
1335. Smile And Beauty 5/16/2013
1336. Face And Soul 5/30/2013
1337. So Close So Far 6/24/2013
1338. How I Bleed And Live! 6/24/2013
1339. How Inside I Cry! 6/24/2013
1340. Vital Matter 6/21/2013
1341. Tears Ii 6/23/2013
1342. Sentiments 6/15/2013
1343. Death (Haiku) 6/5/2013
1344. Passionate Night 7/20/2013
1345. Death Virus 7/18/2013
1346. All Alone 7/24/2013
1347. Wood Cutter 7/17/2013
1348. I Am Dead 7/18/2013
1349. Have I Lost The Meaning Of Life Without My Love? 7/17/2013
1350. The Pang Of The Middle Class 7/13/2013
1351. Bye For Now, No More Words 7/9/2013
1352. I Know What Is It 7/9/2013
1353. Maturity 7/10/2013
1354. A War In You 7/10/2013
1355. A Tree In Winter 7/10/2013
1356. Fall Out 7/11/2013
1357. War And You 7/11/2013
1358. You Are Not Alone In Your Loneliness 7/8/2013
1359. What You Look, Go Ahead! 7/7/2013
1360. Friend Or Foe? 7/7/2013
Best Poem of Abdul Wahab

>≫≫I Want To Die

Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
Like the retreating soldiers I like to come back
To my own permanent and eternal home
You may call it a suicide or martyrdom.

In my real home I see the news
Coming from the lipstick coated lips
In the television of my molten death
People are sobbing with a heavy breath.
The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain
This thrills me and gives a feeling of gain.


The only son of my ...

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Palm Fibre

May the hands of Abu Lahab be ruined
He will lose all whatever he gained
He will be in the flaming fire,
So, his wife the fuel carrier,
Around her neck a twisted cord of palm fibre.

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